Page 198 of Scoring the Player
I tilt my pelvis forward, and as soon as our dicks rub together, his hand’s around my throat, and my chest hits the shower wall.
I moan as the velvet heat of his erection massages my rim.
“You can’t be here,” he whispers into my ear.
He parts my lips with two fingers, and I suck, massaging them back and forth on my tongue. He sucks in a breath. “You know how many times”—his fingers drop from my mouth to my dick—“I thought about fucking you in here after our games?”
“How man— Ungh,” I rasp into his neck as his other hand strokes my balls in a downward motion.
“Shh,” he soothes.
“Fuck me,” I beg, already at the edge as his hand fists my cock.
“No,” he grunts.
“Please.” I widen my legs.
“Mmm.” His teeth graze my ear as the metal on his cock grazes my rim, and he rotates my dick with a tight fist. “I said no.”
A sharp sting has me biting my fist as a surge of heat, hotter than the water pelting our backs, blazes through me, lighting up every nerve in my body.
Fuuuuck.
His thumb presses into my slit, and sparks flare behind my eyes, and I erupt.
He releases his teeth from my shoulder, then pulls me away from the spray of water and bends me forward.
I glance back as he uses my cum to stroke himself.
His gaze slides between my face and my hole.
He bites his lip as his thumb circles my rim.
I tighten around him as it sinks inside.
“Yo! Gotta dip. Security said our time’s up.” His eyes widen as Sid’s voice rings out.
I take over stroking him. “Come on me,” I whisper.
His abs clench as he stares into my eyes.
“I need five minutes,” I yell as my hand glides back and forth over his steely length, relishing its pulse and the strain it’s causing my wrist.
He tenses, eyes rolling closed, and I turn, drop to my knees, and catch the first spill of cum on my tongue.
He lets out a low groan as I suck on his head, my fingers digging into his thighs as the metal balls roll against the roof of my mouth.
I pull off him when his toes curl, and he collapses against the wall, chest heaving, face partially concealed by the thick curtain of steam. With a parting kiss to his tip, I start to climb to my feet when I see his fingers still covered with my cum. He shudders as I suck it off.
His cock bobs up like there might be more cum for me, but we’re out of time.
“Will you pick up when I call?” I ask, pressing my palm over his chest. “Please.”
His chest heaves under my hand as he releases a long breath. “I don’t know.”
“I get that you’re angry.”
“I’m not.”
